It's been billed as Badlands meets Nuts In May, but what separates this English country killing spree from its influences is its finely tuned sense of humour, which owes more to Alan Partridge or Edgar Wright. That's the black icing on a cake that's already rich with satire, twisted romance and gruesome violence, as our caravanning couple carve a murderous swathe through our nation's more mundane tourist attractions. It makes you proud to be British.

To be honest, expectations weren't that great for this lavish, handsome, star-stuffed but essentially orthodox Dickens adaptation. Despite the epic scope, the dense plot feels crammed in, and it ends up leaving little impression in the crowded Victoriana-drama marketplace.

The long, tumultuous journey of a man who wants to become a woman is handled with great energy and empathy here. Rather than sensationalising the subject, it expands it into a universal study of marginalisation.

Pushing those all-American buttons, an emotive sports drama with grouchy, growly Eastwood as a fading baseball scout reconnecting with his neglected daughter. Timberlake adds some freshness to a very traditional set-up.